Life Is Colourful With A Colourful Woman Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I told her my friendship is colourless,
we may keep it as a white canvas,
or you may add a colour of your choice,
she didn't speak,
or I could not listen to her eyes,
but there was a voice,
and my heart vibrated with its waves,
I closed my eyes and when opened it,
there was an enveloping rainbow,
refracted by the naughty sun,
on the skies to rule the days.
When the procession of stars
declared departure of the burning king
and announced arrival of the cooling queen
it was changed into a silky colourful shawl
reflected by the naughty moon
on the earth to rule the nights.
I was confined within and could not come out yet.
My days with her,
my nights with her,
life is colourful with a colourful woman!